Reaching the bend of the passage she discovered a couple of doors, one was slightly open. Pushing the door further open she stepped through the doorway and found herself in an office.

Unlike the passage and the conservatory this room was cleaner, more organised, the floor was still streaked with stains and there was rubbish under an old fashioned desk but the room seemed more untouched by time and ruin.

It was evidently the office of someone important, there were still books on the shelves, plus all the accessories on the large main desk. There was even the almost obligatory skeleton on its stand. Again the windows had grills against them and she realised it must have been some kind of old mental institute. A shiver ran through her.

Reaching the desk she noticed some papers there all addressed to a Doctor S. Cale, Director. This then must have been his office. Running a finger over the old desk she let out a gasp as she heard the office door close.

Her heart pounded in her chest, there was no movement in the air, the door had been stiff to push open so why had it suddenly closed?

Walking back round the desk she moved across the room.